#or russian

[spawnbuddy-kee]

my brothers words-

"we have 1 Russian kid, 30 German kids, and a god dang Britian"

not even a british kid, just a Britian 😭

[sprunki-hcs]

Some humanized Sprunki nationality HCs.

Oren: African-American Raddy: Singaporean Clukr: American Vineria: Greek Gray: Welsh Brud: Canadian Garnold: French OWAKCX: Canadian Sky: Korean Durple: British Simon: British Tunner: American Wenda: German Jevin: Italian Pinki: Japanese Black: ???????

🎶.

[villruu]

i cannot overstate enough how much the lack of willingness english speaking fandoms have to interact with music not in english will forever keep us back for like a billion more years

[sophsicle]

CANADA BEAT AMERICA IN THE HOCKEY AND THIS IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME THANK YOU

[momo-de-avis]

art history as a field is extremely elitist but one of the worst offenders of this is papers written in our native language where the author says they will quote another author, and then just smack a chunk of text without a translation. Absolutely nothing. It’s jut all in italian so you fucking deal with it. And like, as a portuguese native, I probably can read it. But I won’t. Fuck you and your mother I’m not wasting my time. Not even glancing at it. Just skip right past the big elitist piece. Fuck there writers

[quixoticanarchy]

Sleep calls but blorbo calls louder

[torivikachu]

so, this is totally inspired by SNS. too many of my recent poems are. but I can never get it right. nothing feels right! damn. this is frustrating.

one of us is bound to hurt the other,

our love is tragedy no less.

so I grip the handle of katana,

so you check how many bullets left,

so you're poised to counter every movement,

so I subtly lead you to the steep.

our lives were always so confluent

but somehow we cannot truly meet...

we attack, we breach, we draw our weapons,

blade to blade and always face to face,

but the only thing that truly matters

is the one we never will confess.

so I paint your neck with loving bruises,

so you scratch with passion on my hands,

caring steel is running straightly through us,

pinning us together in the end.

while our blood and feelings interflowing

count down our last and common breath,

whisper of the words we've never told brings

final smile to our joined lips.

and then we rest.